My Heart Skips a Beat (completed)

Chapter 14: The Revelation

A/N: we're approaching the end of the story! there's only 4 chapters left!

official song: lose my mind- the wanted

“Claire? Claire?” Skip asked softly. I felt his warm fingers trace little designs on my shoulder blade, like flowers and hearts and stars.

“What? Skip, it better not be two in the morning or I’ll kill you,” I muttered lazily.

“Aww, you would never kill me, Claire. And we both know it. You love me,” he whispered into my ear. “And, by the way, it’s a little past nine. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he added.

My right arm became numb from all of my weight being balanced on it. I rolled over so I could face Skip, not worrying as to whether or not he could see my entire chest. “You’re right, Skip, but I’m tired. Yesterday was a long day for me. And for both of us as well,” I murmured, inching closer to him so he could just hold me.

“Claire, last night was amazing. I don’t even care what you say. You know it was.’’ Skip wrapped his arms around my bare back, pulling me closer to him. He slowly but passionately kissed me, and I ran my legs up and around his own. Then I realized he was wearing his boxers.

“Skip, why’d you put these on?” I questioned him, lightly snapping the waistband. When I fell asleep, we were both completely naked.

“I thought it would be awkward for you if I decided to press up against you and hold you in my arms while you slept, Claire. So after you fell asleep I slipped them back on,” he explained.

I nodded. “I see. Well, thanks for that, because if you didn’t I probably would have kicked you,” I said. “I’m a sleep kicker. Now come here and hold me.”

I slid my legs between Skip’s and he just pulled me closer with his strong and muscular arms, like we were in this weird, horizontal hugging position. I felt like we were as close as humanly possible when Skip began to make out with me.

I ran my hands through his wheat blonde hair, and then it suddenly occurred to me that that was where my hands always went when we made out. Mixing things up a little, I went with the Skip position and ran my hands up and down his back, pulling us even closer than before. I wrapped my right leg- the leg I wasn’t laying on- around his waist, and I could tell that Skip was trying hard to resist the urge of pushing me onto my back and making love to me again. Skip’s tongue became a little lazy in my mouth, and I quickly regained dominance of the tongue war we had.

“Want to again?” he asked me, rubbing my upper thighs. Dammit.

“No, Skip, because once is enough.” I paused, waiting to see his reaction. He frowned. “For now. Maybe again tonight?” I asked him.

He nodded eagerly, like he was a five year old with a truck load full of candy on Halloween. “Absolutely, Claire. Now let’s get dressed and go down to breakfast. I overheard Maggie saying last night that she was gonna make us her preciously homemade Belgian waffles. You will absolutely love them. They’re to die for,’’ he told me. “Like, it’s eating heaven. Breakfast heaven.”